Never thought moms could be broken like the rest of us.

Broken like her own daughter.

Sad at night in bed longing for another person to hold her. Just like she holds her kids when they scream out into the night.

Being here wishing you could help her be okay but not being okay yourself.  

Hurt is the only word you can find to describe it.  

Hurt.  

It is the only word to be okay with showing how you feel.  

You and your mother. The same.  

Indifferent.